Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Poland and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Albert Ayler to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Excepter. All the underground hits.
All Bizarre Inc. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every D'Angelo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spandau Ballet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moleskins,
Pylon,
Hot Snakes,
Terry Callier,
Ponytail,
Blancmange,
The Invisible,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ten City,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Shuggie Otis,
The Moody Blues,
Urselle,
Scrapy,
X-Ray Spex,
the Association,
Scion,
Traffic Nightmare,
the Slits,
The Index,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gong,
cv313,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Whodini,
Aural Exciters,
B.T. Express,
Stetsasonic,
Amazonics,
The Music Machine,
Pantytec,
The Modern Lovers,
Camberwell Now,
The Sonics,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gichy Dan,
Ultra Naté,
June of 44,
Sound Behaviour,
Marshall Jefferson,
Todd Terry,
Adolescents,
The New Christs,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lower 48,
Black Moon,
Bob Dylan,
Minnie Riperton,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Joe Finger,
Can,
Dave Gahan,
Crime,
X-102,
Simply Red,
Public Enemy,
Masters at Work,
Sixth Finger,
Chris & Cosey,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.